A late night university project..

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A late night university project..It’s getting awfully late, and Britney & I have been working for I don’t know how many hours on our degree’s final project. We’ve been working diligently in our living room, curled up across from each other on the couches, empty snack wrappers strewn about between the books and laptops, the cat happily curled up in her lap and some top 40 in the background.As it passes midnight, my eyes are aching. It’s time to take out my contacts. As I stand up and tell her I’m going to run upstairs to take out my contacts, and get ready for bed; she takes the opportunity to do the same. She makes for the spare bedroom where her overnight bag is, I make my way to our ensuite. Once I am finished in there, I peel off my jeans and top, shimmy my thong off & unclasp my bra. I feel the weight of my breasts and gently rub where my underwire had been resting. I throw on a pair of comfy full back panties, some flannel pajama bottoms and a loose sleep shirt and then make my way back into the hallway where I meet Britney. She’s changed into a similar outfit, her t-shirt hanging off of her perky breasts and obscuring the rest of her thin yet curvy figure. She’s a few inches taller than I am, thin with a booty, B-cup sized breasts, and wavy strawberry blonde hair that she’s put into a ponytail. She exudes innocent girl next door which matches her personality to a tee.We saunter back downstairs wishing we could just be done already, and make ourselves some tea before settling back into our respective spots with some blankets. After a while I look up from my notepad and text book & notice that her nipples are quiet obviously as hard as rocks poking through the thin fabric of her top directly across from me. I catch myself after a moment and return to my work. We keep working and chatting, but my eyes keep locking on to her nipples which are still there for all to see. I realize that mine are hard too, and it’s equally obvious when I glance down. It’s about this moment that she stretches; hands maraş escort on her shoulders, chest out, head to one side, shifting from one side to the other. Slowly thrusting one breast at a time in my direction with its hard nipple teasing me. I start to feel that tingling, throbbing between my legs. She couldn’t be doing that intentionally could she? No….not her. I’ll have to power through it and then furiously rub my clit when I go to bed. We get to a point where we both have to work from the same book. She comes to my couch and nestles in beside me, reaching across me to grab a pen her left nipple presses against my arm gently. I let out a small gasp and inhale the lavender scent of her hair. Did she notice my response? I’m now officially wet. We continue for another hour or so before deciding to call it a night. Before we can stand up to head up stairs, she asks if I can feel a knot in between her shoulders. I reach over and feel her back. Sitting hunched over all day has taken a toll on her. I offer to try and rub it out before bed, to which she happily agrees and shifts in spot to face away from me. I start working my right thumb into the knot and massaging her shoulders. She coos softly. I decide to try and see how far I can push this and nonchalantly work both hands up and under the back of her top without losing my massaging rhythm. She doesn’t resist or question it in the slightest. And then to my surprise she reaches back hikes her shirt up to the nape of her neck, her perky tits miraculously still hanging on to the shirt in the front. I keep massaging; working the shoulders, her neck, and ever so slowly down her back and to the sides to her armpits and ribs; nipping closer and closer to the side of her breasts. As if she could read my mind, she asks me to “stop for a sec” and just pulls her top off to “make it easier for me.” I waste no time and work my way to her breasts and she leans back into me. There’s no mistaking what this is becoming as she gasps as I boldly roll escort maraş each perfectly pink nipple between my thumbs and forefingers. I nuzzle her neck and lick the edge of her ear as I continue with her massage. She’s obviously in ecstasy; eyes closed, biting her lower lip. As I continue to rub and fondle her chest, I can see that she is rubbing her legs together, obviously fidgeting and dying to be touched. I feel her chest rise and fall with each breath as I explore her body, working down to her belly button and pushing my fingertips into the top of her pajama bottoms and panties; catching the slightest hint of downy soft hair. I tell her to take them off. She quickly complies with a quick lifting of her hips and in one fluid motion they are down to her ankles. It’s at this moment that I can fully enjoy the glory of having one of my best friends naked in my arms from her small & hard gumball-like nipples, to the hint of her hip bones at her waist, to the perfectly trimmed landing strip above her pouty pussy lips. She instinctively spreads her legs wide with one foot on the floor. I reach down, and for the first time feel the heat of her eager pussy. The glistening lips easily spread as my middle finger finds her clit, my ring and pointer finger gently spreading her. Her hips work with my hand as I slowly rub from side to side. I continue for what seems like a heavenly eternity. I can smell her, and I’m pussy drunk. Her breath is quickening. I shift myself, and push two fingers into her with the heel of my palm continuing to rub her clit. She’s nearly silent as she cums. A sharp breath in, her teeth and eyes clenched shut, as the rest of her body shutters. Her delectable pussy spasming on my fingers. Once she has collects herself she looks up at me. We kiss passionately for a fleeting moment, our tongues locked in mortal combat before we break off in a giggle. She flips over so that she is facing me on her knees. With a surprising authority she commands me to lay back on the couch as she maraş escort bayan lets her hair down. I look up at her fondly as she reaches up to my hips and pull off bottoms and panties as I pull my sleepshirt up and over my head. She crawls on top of me, grabbing a wrist in each hand. Leaning forward she gives me a quick kiss and sucking on my lower lip and biting gently on it for a moment; her breasts pressed hard into mine. Still holding my wrists, and in what could only be described as a down dog yoga pose, her mouth found first my right, and then my left nipples and back again. Her tongue dancing across each with a tremendous amount of skill. I arch my back, following her mouth, not wanting her to stop before she latches onto the other. When she stops, I’m nearly breathless.Her hands glide down my sides and find my ass. She gives each ass cheek a firm squeeze, her finger nails biting into my soft flesh just enough to make me flex and tighten my ass; thrusting my sopping wet pussy up into her eager mouth. We lock eyes for a fraction of a second; she looks almost cat-like buried between my thighs. With a slow glide of her tongue down my entire slit, my eyes nearly roll back before she settles into rhythm of running her tongue up & down over my clit while simultaneously sucking ever so perfectly. I run my fingers through her hair and fuck her face. She doesn’t drop a beat as I heard a quick rustle followed by a sudden coolness inside of me. I haven’t felt that in nearly a decade, not since I took my first cock. She took the thick permeant marker from the table and was fucks me with it as she eats me out. My own orgasm isn’t far off. She senses this and picks up her pace slightly. I let out a long, low groan as I push her face down onto my clit. Cumming with an intensity I’ve never experienced from being eaten out. I come back to my senses and she lifts her head up, smiling with my juices all over her face. She quickly wipes her face clean with her shirt and crawls up in my arms. She brushes her cheek against my ear and meekly says, “It’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it?” It’s true, I didn’t know she had the side to her. We lay there for a time before putting ourselves back together and going up to bed, hand in hand.

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